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See you on Monday.

Sincerely,

Abigail Wayne.

“I accept.”

I read those two words over and over, probably a hundred times before I finally crawled into bed.

The Brunette, also known as Abigail Wayne, has accepted my offer.

And is now my new Executive Assistant.

Chapter Twelve

ABBY

My first two weeks at Nikotech Investments flew by.

To be honest, I didn’t actually see much of Mr. Antonov, let alone spend any time actually assisting him in those two weeks. I spent those first few days training.

And then training some more.

The majority of it was standard office protocol, like how to use the elevators, or how to answer the phones. But given that Mr. Antonov was the CEO, they even taught me how to tie a tie.

At least Lucy was nice. In fact, all of the girls in the Human Resources department were. They were all managed by Ana Antonov, who was apparently Mr. Antonov’s favorite sister, and while she wasn’t in her office very often, she made certain that everyone in her department was incredibly helpful and friendly to me.

I learned early on that the two girls who worked on my floor were cold and uninviting, so the time I spent training with Lucy and the HR girls became my favorite part of the day. I learned so much about Nikotech, but also about the man behind the wheel, Mr. Antonov himself.

All of the HR girls seemed to have an affection for Roman, and I did notice that when he did come down to speak with Ana, he was always extremely polite and warm with them, more so than anyone else in the office.

Off the record, Lucy also confided in me the electric brain-rattling sensation I felt in my interview was the “Antonov Effect,” and claimed that he seemed to have that mysterious power to make your brain go fuzzy.

At least it wasn’t just me.

Yet while being relatively easy work, it was also incredibly boring and completely uneventful.

I came here to hunt monsters, yet, the only monsters I’ve met are men with more money than they know what to do with.

But today is my first day with Mr. Antonov.

His office is on one of the top floors of the building, and I’m told that the only floor above us is his penthouse.

I find his executive floor to be lonelier than I anticipated. I assumed that I’d have someone to talk to at least, but as the floor is exclusive only to his executives, and the two frigid floor assistants that assist them, I find I’m disappointed.

It’s almost as if everyone avoids even looking at me.

Thankfully, I’m kept busy with the emails that keep pinging my inbox every few minutes, regarding reports, meetings, events and dinner plans.

All of it completely normal, and to be expected for a corporate company, but also completely overwhelming.

It’s clear to me now that this role is something that I’m not at all qualified for, I know it, HR knows it, and so did Mr. Antonov. Which makes me wonder why he hired me at all.

The phone rings, jolting me from my thoughts, “Nikotech Investments, Abby speaking how may I assist you?” I ramble off, reading from the script that was placed on my desk when I arrived.

“I need to speak to Roman,” a male voice says confidently.

“Can I take a name?” I say sweetly, my pen bouncing off the notepad. I hear the man sigh before he responds.